Michael A. Stackpole Quotes

No matter where you go, you always see yourself in the rearview mirror.

I see the ups and downs. I see the mistakes I've made. I see a funny person. I see a serious person. I see a diamond. I see the good times. I see the bad times. And I see knowledge of self. I see knowledge of self. I know who I am. When I look in the mirror, I see me.

If one cannot get along without a mirror, even in shaving oneself, how can one reconstruct oneself or one's life, without seeing oneself in the "mirror" of literature?

I stare at the mirror as I try to remember who I am and who I am not.

I think this is what college is all about: self-examination and dealing with those questions of "Who am I?"

There are parts of me I only recognize from photographs.

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.

It's easy to forget who you are.

In the last couple of years I've been facing down a lot of the demons of the past and trying to find out, who I am, It's something I think I'll be doing for the rest of my life.

The ultimate mystery is one's own self.

You have to go through a mental and emotional process to recognize who you really are. I finally recognized that I cannot be defined by one country.

In many ways, I think I'm still forming my ideas about my own identity in this world.

It's important that a person doesn't lose track of himself.

Your life is a mirror. Life gives us not what we want. Life gives us who we are

I realize that I'm kind of a different person than I thought I was.

A book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us.

You don't throw your life away Going Inside You get to know who's watching you And besides you resides in your body

It is not in Montaigne, but in myself, that I find all that I see in him.

This precept descended from Heaven: know thyself.

It's not easy to know who you are and it's very painful and takes a lot of time and that is why a lot of people don't want to put in the effort.

Am I too fast, too facile? I do not know. I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.

...fact was she knew more about them than she knew about herself, having never had the map to discover what she was like. Could she sing? (Was it nice to hear when she did?) Was she pretty? Was she a good friend? Could she have been a loving mother? A faithful wife? Have I got a sister and does she favor me? If my mother knew me would she like me? (140)

One of the other reasons for writing this book [My Beloved World] was to hold on to the person you first met. More of the world knows about me now and follows me in a way that never happened before. I didn't want me, the inside of me, to change. Because I liked Sonia, the Sonia who has been. So another reason for writing the book was to hold on to that - whatever the best in Sonia was, to try to capture it.

You need to take a long, hard look in the mirror and not come away thinking, "Hey, there's something wrong with this mirror."

How can a man know himself? He is a thing dark and veiled; and if the hare has seven skins, man can slough off seventy times seven and still not be able to say: "this is really you, this is no longer outer shell.